A couple of things:,

First, I got the money back from the bank, which was awesome.
Second, I lied about putting up more pictures soon, and I am sorry.

Tonight:

I just got home from working on the school paper (4am). As we were finishing up for the night, I considered calling a cab for a ride home instead of riding my bike. My new house feels way far-er and kinda scarier a bike ride late at night compared to my old house.

I was being paranoid about getting pushed off my bike.

Then I looked down and saw the myriad of random layers that I had on, acquired throughout the day because I was cold, and realized that I didn't look like girl in my twenties, but like a slightly chubby teenage boy - like 16 or 17, doing some sort of hip-hop thing that had fallen off the rails two layers ago. Brutally embarassing (who had seen me like this? My mind raced back through the evening and then the afternoon...ugh. I couldn't remember.) At any rate, I theorized that I could pedal home without fear of being pushed off my bike and any other number of horrible things that would follow that (still not sure where this concern has come from all of a sudden. Have I talked to my mom recently?).

I trudged outside, unlocked my bike, rolled up the chain-side leg of my red polyester sweat pants, pulled up the hoods of the maroon (inner layer) and baby blue (outer layer) hoodies and headed home. In my head, I rapped "Northern Touch", a song by choclair and the baby blue soundcrew (i think), kardinal offishall, and the rascalz had when I was in high school. Grade 11, I think. Anyways, it felt like I was starring in some hybrid "coming of age (me as teenage boy)/taking back the streets (me as me, riding my bike late at night with no fear of being pushed off)" movie.